Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: kirk on <11-15-11/2204:42>
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Eight different commlinks signal, eight different voices respond. Though the sender and the specific words vary, the message is the same.
Mr. Johnson has a job; to resolve trouble with his neighbors. He's looking for the hungry, either starting out or otherwise in need of a simple and lower paying job.
The callers all have checked, as they can, to see that this isn't a scam or a trap. They know Mr. Johnson, or they know someone who knows enough about Mr. Johnson, that they're willing to pass along the opportunity.
The responses and discussion vary in detail. Some need persuasion, a few are looking to relieve boredom, and there are those who realize it's this or nothing. In the end, while the details vary the words are the same.
Be in a particular building in the Barrens, in the neighborhood called Venetian Hills, at 9 PM tomorrow. Mr. Johnson will be there with a small security force, to deal for a run in the shadows.
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Dropping down from the rafters where she'd been having a catnap, Sakura yawned lazily before answering the comm. So, work to do, hmm? Smiling to herself, she went and gathered her clothes from where they'd been discarded that morning when she'd returned from a long night at the clubs. Pulling on some clean underwear, she stretched as she looked out the window, her tail flicking about behind her as she walked. Her whiskers tingled. There was money to be made, and rent needed to get paid. Might as well get a head start on it.
She dressed up in all black, with her lined coat and some extra armor on underneath her clothes. The two fubukis were in holsters strapped to either thigh, and she had a bag with her, containing her stealth gear, if it was needed. Slipping her goggles on over her furry cat's ears, Nekomusumi meowed once in the mirror, and then began moving with unnatural speed and grace down the stairs to the underground garage where she kept her bike.
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"Outstanding!" Shouted Mutt, immediately regretting the sudden flash of activity. Holding his head Mutt waded through the crumpled remnants of the case of Natural Light to the sink to try to wash away the last memories of the previous evening. Beer, Betel and Myrtle. Or Martha. Something like that. Meh.
A job finally a job. It was good since the last rent payment was the last money he had. Wouldn't want to get kicked out of the spectacular garage he had scored. Enough room for two trucks...and a sink with a working toilet. Though washing clothes in the sink was getting old. Sniffing his armpit was enough to show that perhaps it was time to wash them again. Want to make a good impression.
Location would have to be scouted for potential escape routes. After rolling up the garage door, Mutt pulled his Ruger from under the seat and checked the load and ensured all systems were green before returning it to its hiding place. The air outside was only slightly less stifling than the garage so with a sigh Mutt pulled on his armored jacket put his false commlink in passive mode. A run through of his NovaTech showed all systems were good to go. After putting it into hidden mode he returned the primary commlink to the jacket's inside pocket.
With the Ford LEBD n over watch Mutt pulled out and turned towards Venetian Hills to do an initial scouting run.
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When an Incoming Message icon witch Johnsons ID appears in Joachim`s view, his curriosity made him to take the call. In fact, he was a bit disgusted of this city. On the last job he was hired to he spent a lot of time of searching a lot of unusefull drek, only to find out, that the team is not able to assembly itself. Later on the news...well, he was laughing at least four days after that, his meaning on serriousness of those proud south cowboys serriously broken. He was planning a trip back to Tri City, well his funds were insuffficient for this task...he may get to island maybe, and from there he may continue on the sea or find another job there in order to put enought money together to buy another air ticket to Hambourgh, well he prefere to go right home withou any side steps. When dealing with Johnson, his tone was a bit sarcastic, but he agreed that he will meet him on given adress with the rest of the team..Better get some sleep until tomorrow morning..wel...at least one more quest in the game...
Next day:
Taxi was quite easy to spoof, so half an hour later he steps out the vehicle close by. he took a cofee from a street vendor, and a soyburger, watching the building for an hour, still not sure if he can be safe there, well there is no other way than to try it, and since the first ove has been done, Bypass feels it is time to play the whole game.
His facial recognition soft tries to find out any possible data on people who enters, or moves around the street, so Bypass is aware who is he working with.
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"Tomorrow," Debbin said aloud. "You hear that Joan, I got work for tomorrow. Guess I gotta get myself a new suit, can't go out looking like this." With that Debbin heads into the bathroom and takes a long shower before throwing on his "old" suit and heading out to procure a new suit.
((OOC - are we doing starting nuyen as stated in the book, or is there a particular way you want it done?))
((fixed grammar error that annoyed me))
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The floor approached quickly, Rafa manged to tuck in his head just in time. He heard something snap as his opponent, a troll with some second-hand cyberware, finished the piledriver and his shoulders hit the ground. The century old floorboards of the gym just weren't built to take this kind of punishment.
Rafa felt his wrist-watch commlink buzz and saw a red "New Message from Mr. Johnson" popup between the trolls legs and then minimize into the corner of his vision. Enough playing around.
He rolled away from the troll and spun 'round to face his opponent. A grin appeared on the ork's face. "Lo siento amigo, tengo que atender esta llamada."*, he said while he leaped forward and with a 180 spinning kick planted his left shin behind the trolls knees.
The giant lost his balance for only a second, but that was 8 tenths of a second too long. Rafa slammed his left leg into his enemies chest in a quick backspin, then put his feet firmly on the ground next to the falling troll. He finished the move by putting his right hand on the trolls forehead as he fell backwards, increasing the momentum and slamming his adversary's head into the wooden floor with a tremendous blow that knocked him out.
He read the messages while unwinding the bloodstained bandages he'd wrapped around his fists -not for his knuckles but for his opponents safety- and sighed.
A simple and lower paying job., he thought, Guess I ain't got a chance but to start building up my cred in this city again if I want to get back into the big leagues. Ah well, not like I've got anything better to do.
He put his jumpsuit back on and stepped outside, his bike automatically started its engine as he approached it. He drove home and checked his gear, regretful of all the stuff he left behind in Seattle. He'd collected a lot of useless trinkets he'd been forced to leave behind but he had needed to travel light and fast. He'd spend a lot of time and money getting it all back.
Next day he double checked his gear, did some jogging and working out, triple checked his gear and departed towards his destination estimating he'd be there 5 minutes early. He couldn't see much use to being early and places like that offered little distractions to kill time.
[OOC: *: "Sorry pal, I have to take this call."]
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Sammy was chatting with a friend from Hollywood, while sideways checking the news. If you were running the shadows, it paid to stay informed of the events that were happening, as your jobs could often be tied into recent events. John had a class and wasn't in at the moment.
A blinking light at the edge of her vision indicated she had another call coming in. A quick query later indicated it was from a Mister Johnson.
"Just a second," she said to her friend, "I have another call, potential job."
"Why don't you come back here," her friend inquired.
"We've been over that," Sammy said before she switched to the incoming call.
"It was about a job," she said to her friend when the call had finished, "I have to go now. I'll call you back."
First order of business was to check her favourite newssites, but those didn't have much information and the latest exploits of Deirdre didn't sound all that interesting at the moment. She did bookmark the page, but for now she had to resort to other means. She went upstairs to her lodge, where she could leave her body behind the ward that was put up there. She had the adres, so getting there was just a matter of slipping into the astral and zapping over. She did however take a couple of precautions. First was to fly above housing level, so she didn't hit wards. Luckily she knew the city well enough to avoid the larger buildings and any wards they might contain. Besides flying towards the barrens meant the buildings would become less high. Secondly she didn't go too fast. Better take a bit slower then run into a toxic spirit or something like that.
The next day she opened her closet. As she was going into the barrens, her Zoé dresses were not an option at the moment. She tought about one of her other business suits, but in the end she opted for camouflage BDUs and an armoured vest in the same urban pattern. Putting them on, she took her large respirator and her goggles. A fedora hat completed the ensemble. Her Predator she put on her tigh and her sword she put to the side. She would only wear it openly in the barrens. Next came some equipment which she put in a backpack. Both backpack and sword would go into the special compartment build into her car.
"John," she said when she came down in the living room, "I'm going out for a job. Don't wait up for me. And remember, you have class tomorrow, so don't make it too late."
"Yes, mom," her brother said with a smile. It was a running joke between them.
She got in her car, a non-descript sedan. She drove into the barrens to the meeting, calculating time so she was about ten minutes early. About a block from the meeting spot, she stopped and did a quick astral recon before moving on.
assensing 3 + intuition 4 =7 (7d6.hits(5)=1, 7d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3266948/)
1st recon (from home): 1 hit
2nd recon (from car): 2 hits
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A night out, having fun. Then back to the apartment, curled up like a cat, and watching girly movies. That was one thing she'd noticed since her change. She tended to exhibit cat-like behaviors from time to time. The next day, she dressed up in her 'runner' clothes again, and slipped downstairs to her bike once more.
As she rode her Mirage, she wrapped her tail around her like a belt. For some reason, people tended to react better to her like that. They saw 'catgirl' and thought 'sex kitten' for some reason. While that could come in handy sometimes, usually it was just a pain to deal with. Still, there wasn't anything she could do about the whiskers or her ears.
Driving through the Barrens was an adventure, as always, but she made it to the meet with fifteen minutes to spare.
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A couple of hours before the meeting, Debbin was standing in front of the mirror talking to himself and breathing rhythmically. "You can do this, you can do this. Nothing they say can mess with you. You will control the situation, you will control the negotiations. You will control it." After several minutes of repeating this mantra, he slips his sunglasses on and runs his hands through his hair. He then calls out, "Joan, you ready for work?" Not waiting for a response, he strides into his bedroom and his armored jacket and grabs his AK-97. As he shoulders his weapon, he checks to make sure she is loaded. He then double and triple checks it. "Gotta make sure you are ready to go Joan. Don't want a repeat of last time. I know it was you that jammed, but I still gotta make sure."
As he leaves his apartment, he makes sure Joan is more or less concealed under his jacket and he jumps into his enclosed monocycle. He fires it up and makes his way to the scheduled meet, doing his best to navigate in a round-about way. Debbin shows up to the meet with 40mintues to spare. Better to be to early than a minute late.
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Mean Boris was getting restless. He sat in the lone folding chair in his run-down shack, cleaning his revolver on the counter. His home is the snack shack in the former World Botanical Gardens, now a blighted and abandoned park in the southern reaches of the Atlanta Barrens. He had contacts with the local gang, the Brannon Boyz, who left him alone as long as he paid his meager "protection money". They'd be sorry if they ever actually tried to evict him, but that's beside the point, since he'd always paid on time, either in cred or services. He was street muscle for hire, and he was one of the best in the business.
He walked out of the shack right before dawn. It was time to hunt. He stalked his prey around the rubble, around the broken fountains, through the weed-choked concrete jungle. He saw a Bandit, an awakened raccoon. He was upon it before it even knew he was there, and he smashed it flat with his mace. He picked it up, carried it back to his shack, and ate it raw for breakfast. The digestive expansion bioware that the Russians were so kind to give him enabled him to eat nearly anything, which was good since his suprathyroid gland kept him constantly hungry. He wondered if any of his systems were going to malfunction like his tracheal filter had years ago, but he laughed, knowing that there was no way he could afford to meet with even a street doc, and certainly not a bioware specialist.
His commlink beeped, drawing his attention with superhuman speed. He grabbed it immediately and checked the message. His wired reflexes and reaction enhancers made instant reactions like this so common that it didn't even phase him anymore.
"A job", he said aloud to nobody in particular. There wasn't another metahuman for hundreds of meters around. He'd just paid the rent, but he was nearly flat broke and was looking to get some mods for his motorcycle, a flat-black Harley-Davidson Scorpion. He drew the window blinds, laid down on a pile of mattresses, and slept through the day.
At 8:00 PM, his commlink alarm woke him up. Time for business. The meet was in a shitty neighborhood, not like it mattered. Boris pulled on his scuffed and blackened SWAT armor, loaded his Ruger Super Warhawk with EX-EX rounds, swung his shield onto his back, and walked his chopper out the side door into the cool night air. He locked up, causing metal blast shutters to slide into place, spotlights and cameras ready to illuminate and record any intruders foolish enough to try to gain entry. There wasn't anything of value in the shack, but that was hardly the point, was it?
Mean Boris rode the rough-sounding chopper to the meet, arriving at 9:00 sharp.
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Butcher took a slightly panicked look over his surroundings. Train station.
This was something he was completely unprepared. Atlanta? Alone in a city. How the hell did I ended here?
Once again he browsed through his address book in commlink.
Most of the names were marked twice, all of them at least once. A mark means he tried to contact, but wasn't succesfull. Twice, contact made but help was refused. That made things easier, he liked to have things in order. Order reigned chaos. Chaos was the ultimate form of order. ... Focus. You need to eat Butcher. John L. Brussard. Single mark.
John ... beep ... beep ... voice only connected... Hi this is John. I cannot talk right now. Please leave a message. Beeep.
Proffessor... sir ... this is Hank.... Hank speaking.... from the university.... Actually two.... I hope you remember... I mean the Ork, mage, chaos magic theory ... and parazoology .... Beeep. Thank you for your message. I'll call back when possible.
Sigh. He hated talking to automated ansewer machines.
Chirp. incoming voice only. Hi. This is John Brussard. You called me just a second ago, I couldn't aneswer, oh, it seems you left a message, I hadn't listened yet.
Professor Brussard. This is Hank ...
Butcher !! How long it had been? five years? visual flicked on, and elf looking like a beardless human in his forties appeared on the screens of AR glasses
4 and three months ... and a week if we count from the final exam.
Right. You haven't changed. You passed A if I remember correctly. What's up?
Yes that was A. Actually that was A+, you've appreciated sir how I've combined emergency of chaos theory in paraspecies, namely how species that couldn't possibly survive regardless of their abilities are still reemerging in contrary to claims of evolution theory ... Sir. I need help. I'm in Atlanta, got no money, no sin, not even a fake one, no place to stay. I only have my computers and books, my rifle and a debt. I need a job sir, John .... I can deal soyaburgers, anything. That ork that took over my debt say I can sell my arms and legs - they are worth a bit, but I'd rather not. Will you help me?
Took over your debt? Sell your arms and legs? last time we talked you were with some mercanery company. You worried about being too weak and you were going for some implant! What happened?
My company was disbanded. sins invalidated. I got no one sir. I can't get back to my parent's, they don't have that kind of money, and the corp will not have me back.... and I haven't finished my studies yet ...
I see ... I have to go to the class now Hank. But let me check. I'll call back. I promise.
Later that day someone called about a job. Said that a chummer of a chummer of a chummer told him he's looking for work. Yes he did. Be there and there at this hour. Yes of course. Thank you. See you. Butcher left his magical materials at the trainstation lock. Bought a public transport ticket for the last of his nuyens and went for a meeting.
He arrived five minutes late... running for the last part. A red haired ork, with large, transparent red-cross marked shield on his back, in a moro jacket and a rifle in his hands, cut from a military drill trid. He even whistled some melody to the rythm. That was soothening. He never ran in shadows. On the battlefield things were simple, hierarchy, orders. Order reigning chaos. Here they weren't. Best behave like on solo mission. Except he never been on a solo mission. No one sends medics on a solo missions. He stopped at the entrance. His stomach growled loudly...
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Recons first.
Bypass. Though your facial recognition software helps you realize it's frequently the same people going in and out of the building, nobody triggers anything special. However, after about 15 minutes you realize you've been noticed. Some orks and trolls come out of the building and take positions between you and the building. They don't do anything more, just watch.
Sammy.Your first recon locates the building and lets you see it.
As you approach the building on your second astral recon, you see a watcher spirit lingering outside the front door. It sees you at almost the same time, and leaves at high speed. Though you were generally prepared, this caught you just a bit flatfooted and it got away before you could pursue it. All you know is it was headed east before it got out of sight.
Decisions from everyone:There are two parking areas at this building, one in front and one in back. I would like to know where you park, or if you choose a third option of somewhere else.
Commlink norm for the area is passive. If you are setting at something different please let me know.
If it weren't the barrens, you could think the neighborhood low bordering on middle. But you get an impression of desperation and hints of decay in the broken windows, the dirty streets, the tin and tarp roofs of some of the buildings that look long-term. Still, its proximity to the Cambellton Freeway has obviously let a community develop.
The building of the meet stands out a bit. It's a bit better quality than most of the surroundings, the stone walls still standing plumb. It's hard to tell in the dark, but you get the impression it's even been cleaned.
As you approach the front door, you see young orks and trolls lingering near the doors, hands close to weapons. [perception check required, please] They watch you as you enter, but say and do nothing.
When you enter, you're in a lobby, poorly lit but again surprisingly clean for the barrens. An ork, maybe 15, asks your name in a surprisingly polite fashion. She checks her AR in an obvious fashion, nods, and points to a door to her right. "Through there, into the big room, and to the table please."
You step through a short hallway and enter what had obviously once been a meeting hall, or maybe a court room. There's a conference table near the end, with tables arranged so there is no head or foot but only the respective sides.. As you approach you see three metahumans sitting on one side with four more standing behind. There are unoccupied chairs on your side, some sized for trolls, some standard.
"Sit, please, or stand if that's your preference. We'll wait till everyone's here," says the dwarf in the middle. A dwarf. He is flanked by an ork and a troll, and there are two of each standing behind trying to look like bodyguards. You do believe you've just met Mr. Johnson.
pause.In addition to the earlier perception check I want another one here. I also wish to know roughly how you intend to position yourself; sitting, standing, close to the table or echoing the bodyguard 'one rank back' position, that sort of thing.
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Sammy arrived about ten minutes before the meet. She parked the car at the front of the building, but with the nose towards the street. Knowing that whoever had put that watcher there knew someone had been looking at the location, she did move with caution. First she put her katana on her back, just in case and switched her commlink mode to passive. She could banish spirits, but some astral things required another approach.
Approaching the entrance, she saw the group of people and she did a quick astral check as well, just as precaution. After telling her name (the one used to contact her) she got inside. Once there she saw Mr. J, or at least a representative of Mr. J. Again she had a look at him and his bodyguards on the astral. She sat down close to the table, being used to sitting in the center of attention.
perception
intuition 4 + perception 2 =6 (6d6.hits(5)=3, 6d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3267955/)
both perception checks have 3 hits.
astral perception
intuition 4 + assensing 3 =7 (7d6.hits(5)=1, 7d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3267956/)
astral perception outside: 1 hit
astral perception of Mr. J: 5 hits
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When he approached his destination, Rafa turned his commlink mode to hidden. A Johnson meeting in a place like this with the annunciation that he'd be bringing armed guards... it didn't sound like anything he had a problem with -in fact he was almost looking forward to some trouble- but it was his last SIN and it didn't need to be linked to a shootout in the Barrens just yet. Despite expecting trouble though, he had left his rifle at home. If things got so bad he'd really need it at such an early point, he doubted he'd want anything to do with this job anyway.
Rafa parked his bike against a dumpster in a nearby alley, tore some garbage bags off of a roll he'd bought in the Stuffer Shack and covered his bike with them and then proceeded to arrange some of the bags lying in the alley around it. Sure, if people went searching for it they'd find it, but it'd have to do. He wasn't overly concerned that some squatter looking for leftovers in the trash would know how to hotwire his Yamaha Growler.
Leaving the alley, Rafa walked straight towards the building he was supposed to be at. He nodded quickly at the guards -somewhat relieved to see they were trolls and orks- but passed them without saying a word and only replied to the young lady's short instructions with another slight nod and "Got it.".
Inside the room, he took position right next to the door he'd come in through, anyone entering the room would be seen, checked and pass right by him before they'd notice him. "Gracias, I will. We expecting lots of people?"
His gaze went over the people in the room, measuring everyone, and finally rested on a woman he thought he recognized. He flashed a smile at her and grinned. "Ola, chica! If I'd known you'ze was runnin' the shadows here, I'd have visited this place earlier. You still got that costume you wore in Kung Fu Mage? You know, the one with the...". He finished with a wink and a snicker.
[OOC: Camouflage: Skill 3, Int 4 (7d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3267986/)
Visual Perception: Co-processor 2, Enhancement 3, Int 4, Perception 1. 2 Hits outside, 4 Hits inside. (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3267987/)]
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I would like to do a check for operating drones within a block of the meet location. I will do this from my Morgan when a Km from the meet. I have my Ruger loaded with exex and my streetline in my right boot. Ford LEBD-1 on overwatch, Repeater in the trunk and Flying Eye in my armored jacket interior pocket.
My crappy commlink (all fake licenses and SIN is attached to this) is in passive and my primary in hidden.
OOC: Managed to roll 2 successes on the Perception check you requested. That site everyone is using is terrible. My attempts to log fail even after I reset my password.
Dressed in my best Sunday-go-to-church slacks and my nicest pair of combat boots (nice shine on them of course) including a newly washed cream colored t-shirt. Sweating to death in the armor I am sure. Slightly crooked $2 sun glasses in place. Head is close cropped crew cut. Datajack is visible but is simple and functional with a dull silver appearance.
I will try to park out front if possible with the LEBD watching both Morgan and front door. Going in I will be polite and take my seat in the second row if a choice and try my best to be present, paying attention/recording, and inconspicuous.
Show up 15 minutes early as, "on time is late."
OOC: Edited as my attempts to type this on a iPhone in an airport gate suck. My layover is in Atlanta coincidentally.
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As the time for the meeting approaches and after several new faces make their way into the building, Debbin pulls his monocycle into the front parking area. As he exits his vehicle he nods at the security near the door and flashes them a toothy smile. [spoiler=First perception check] (http://rolz.org/embed?895853) (http://rolz.org/info?895853)[/spoiler]
After he enters the lobby and is directed towards the proper room, Debbin pauses as if to ask the ork a question, but after looking around and remembering is location decides against it, instead just telling the young ork, "Thank you."
As he enters into the room Debbin nods at the ork and human sitting near the table. As he fully enters the room he jumps a bit when he sees the other ork positioned so near the door. After he quickly regains his composure, he nods at him as well. Debbin then takes a seat next to the human female sitting near the table. Before he sits down he says, "Nice to meet you ma'am. Name is Debbin, mind if I sit here?" Without waiting for a response, Debbin sits down and smiles.
[spoiler=Second perception check](http://rolz.org/embed?895869) (http://rolz.org/info?895869)
That should be 2 success with a single 1 rolled.[/spoiler]
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Nekomusumi parked out front as she drove up to the meet, and let her tail uncurl from around her. She was fifteen minutes early, but she saw that others had already started to arrive. With catlike grace she strolled into the building, and looked around to get an impression of the area.
She purred slightly as she nodded to the Johnson. "Purrrfect." She knew the effect she had on most metahumans, and had used it to her advantage in the past. For now, though, she simply nodded to the others, and curled up in one of the chairs, reaching up to scratch herself behind one furry cat's ear. For the moment, she kept her eyes hidden behind those goggles she wore. Either she'd had some major transgenic work done, or she was a changeling, that much was clear.
Looking to the others, the asian girl said, "Hello there. You can call me Nekomusumi, or just Neko, if you can't pronounce the full name."
<OOC> Perception rolls. 2 hits and 3.
9d6.hits(5)=2, 9d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3268032/)
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Since Bypass knew he was compromised a while before, he wasnt surprised by guys at the doors, giving them just a brief look. Once inside, he recalls that he possibly should have chcecked this address on shadowrunners BBS, well..he seems terribly careless recently. With the broad smile, almost resigned after last fail, he walked in and took a seat, watching his surrounding like he saw this scene for the first time.
Int(4)+Perc(2)+Visual Enhancement(3) (9d6.hits(5)=0, 9d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3268063/)
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Boris parked his Harley-Davidson Scorpion in the front, within easy viewing angle from the door. He walks heavily through the front doors, nodding at the young ork in the lobby and giving the name "Boris". He walks into the conference room and takes note of his surroundings.
Int(4)+Perception(1)+Vision Enhancement(2) (7d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3268242/)
He sizes up the bodyguards, and decides that he would prefer to remain standing.
Not planning to cause trouble, but I can't remember the last time anyone's ever won a fight sitting down.
He stands towards the end of the table, making sure he can see both the Johnson and the door he came in from. He folds his massive arms across his chest and surveys the room, moving his gaze slowly back and forth.
Boris speaks in a voice that can only be described as gravel being poured into the gears of some great machine. It also has a surprising wheezy tone to it, giving everyone a slight case of the chills.
"Hello. I am Boris. I am here for work."
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His gaze went over the people in the room, measuring everyone, and finally rested on a woman he thought he recognized. He flashed a smile at her and grinned. "Ola, chica! If I'd known you'ze was runnin' the shadows here, I'd have visited this place earlier. You still got that costume you wore in Kung Fu Mage? You know, the one with the...". He finished with a wink and a snicker.
"If I had a nuyen for every time I was asked that, I wouldn't have to run the shadows," Sammy said, before turning to Nekomusumi.
"Good evening," she said, "I'm Sammy."
She had seen and worked with changelings before, so she wasn't really surprised. As the girl registered as an adept, she assumed it wasn't an implant, as they wreaked havoc with your magical mojo.
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Butcher walked in. Simply. He looked around. Gangs colors didn't really mattered to him. He registered the general tension in the auras. Lot's of people here Not knowing really were to go or say or do, and afraid to say anything, he found an orc near the door. He moved toward him. Like a fish in aquarium, find a matching species and swim in swarms for safety.
Perception rolls:
Intuition(3) - Perception(-1 defaulting) + actively looking(3) -> 5d6.hits(5)=1, 5d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269017/)
Butcher got himself on the toughttrain was it Baltic sea or the North sea? that a species of awakaned Clupea harengus, they called it ghost herring, that travels in groups of hundreds, but create illussionary copies of themselves so it seems there hundreds of thousands of them. For the same reason - there is a safety in swarms. He looked at the ork standing beside him I wonder what he would say if i told him we look like fishes. He smiled to himself.
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Nekomusumi smiled at Sammy. "Nice to meet you, Sammy." She didn't recognize the woman, but apparently, the other guy knew her from some trid or other. Of course, Nekomusumi didn't tend to watch too many things made by gaijin. Not when there was an endless supply of anime straight from Japan she could get through the matrix. Her tail swept back and forth behind her back, sticking out from under the lined coat she wore, seemingly with a mind of its own.
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MuttPlease tell me in OOC how you're "looking for drones within a block" of the meeting. I can think of several ways, some requiring major tests. I will allow retroactive action on this - put it in your next post and note where in the story it fits.
To continue the story I'm going to assume you do a basic matrix perception to look at the local node and non-hidden nodes connected to it for basic information. I'm going to present this two ways.
a) Nothing stands out.
b) When you do so you see a few dozen drones; identifying themselves as cleaning and maintenance and toys and security and education and medical drones.
Clue: You've done the equivalent of a mage running "detect life" outside an apartment building. In a better neighborhood you'd probably see magnitudes more as every family would have at least a couple, and the apartment complexes and storekeepers would have a few, plus the street maintenance and advertising and law enforcement drones. There might be something there, but you have to tell me how you intend to narrow it.
With everyone present, the dark-skinned dwarf begins to speak.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I am, as I am certain you have surmised, Mr. Johnson. We have a problem, and we need your help overcoming it."
He pauses, closing his eyes briefly. Opening them again he leans forward slightly, placing his clasped hands on the table. "I am 72 years old, ladies and gentlemen. I was born within a few blocks of where we now sit. I was ten when VITAS swept through. Two years later a lynch mob killed my baby sister because she wasn't human. Killed my father who was trying to defend her. My mother survived only because we were still a neighborhood, barely, and someone cared enough to try.
I left early to join the marines. Ran away, really, and that probably saved my life since I wasn't here when I changed. But I never forgot Mrs. Adel, or Mr. Shwartz. I didn't become rich but managed to make a little money. Three years ago I came back to try to do for my home what the Adels and Shwartz's did for my family. To care. To try and help it recover. I have no more money; it's gone to a thousand and more things big and little here. And it has been making a difference.
When I came back, what had been my home was divided between two feuding gangs fighting over a pair of suffering ghettos. I persuaded - bribed, bullied, pleaded, and even forced - a truce between the greenbacks and the gallos. Persuaded them to be part of their home instead of parasites. I encouraged their mothers and uncles and the other refugees to quit hiding; to teach, to reach out, ... to hope. And it was working. Until the Red Circle got involved.
We've dealt with gangs trying to expand before. We've dealt with the ones doing it because they want more territory, the ork haters and the troll haters and the humanis and the rest. The truce forged got a boost as both gangs realized it doubled their manpower and ability to withstand these. In the past year, until a few months ago, all the neighboring gangs had given up. heh - one's even considering joining us in more peaceful fashion.
The Red Circle is a humanis gang, and at first we though it was going to be just the same. Then they ..."
He pauses again, and his throat works a couple of times.
"They're armed. And they're trained. And they're competely amoral. They don't fight like gangbangers. They fight like soldiers, almost like marines, except they hit shops and homes as well. They came in and put up signs saying this was their territory now. They hit the greenbacks, and ambushed the gallos who responded. A quarter of the kids are dead, and half of those left are walking wounded. They hit some of our shops. Then they burned out one of the schools we tried to start. We lost more kids, this time children.
"They left an ultimatum at the rubble. The left me an ultimatum, as leader of the community of Venetian Hills. Surrender. Accept our place as animals and servants under 'real' humans. Give up, or die."
"Lonestar won't help. To them it's just another gang war and as long as it doesn't spill into the sinners it doesn't matter to them. Not unless we can pay their fee, anyway. And we can't.
We don't have much. We pooled our nuyen, sold some things, and I've got 13,478¥. It's all we have in cash. We can offer you some benefits; a place to sleep, to hide, to unload things that are too hot to keep. We are a recognized Atlanta community, we can issue some local level IDs and licenses saying you're one of us. It's not huge, I know, but it's all we've got.
We're asking you to stop the Red Circle, in any way you can, so they cannot stop us from being a community of people.
Please."
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Debbin listens intently as Mr. Johnson tells his tale. Once he finishes, Debbin speaks up, I sympathize with your plight Mr. Johnson, really I do but 13,478 is kind of low, though adding in the other benefits kick that up another tier. At this Debbin leans closer to the Johnson. What kind of discounts are we talking about on the IDs and what percentage on the things that are "two hot to keep?"
[spoiler=Negotiations roll]Cha(5)+Negotiations(4)+Kinesics(3)+Tailored Pheromones(3) (15d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269412/)[/spoiler]
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Nekomusumi twitched slightly at the story. While she didn't care much for metahumans, she'd been removed from Japan long enough that she'd lost some of her cultural disdain for them, especially since she herself had changed. The idea of having a place to hide when things got tough, or a place to fence certain things, was appealing to her. And there was always the chance that they could find some 'interesting' paydata or items while they were dealing with the Red Circle. Sitting back in her chair, she watched Debbin at work, figuring him for a face.
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Boris stands immobile at the end of the table, thinking about the job.
Doesn't sound like a lot of money. Lots of people at this table all looking for a piece of it. ID's are nice though. And it is always good to have people in the sprawl owe me favors.
If they are as hateful towards metas as they sound, they might try to get a piece of Boris next. Better to smash them while they are small.
Boris stands silent, waiting for negotiations to progress.
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Sammy was about to speak up when the person next to her did. Well, let him do the talking for now, she thought. She could always come in later should it become necessary. She didn't mind taking a run like that as she had been working with metahumans on stage and of stage quite extensively and racism was a lot less present in Horizon.
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Retroactive Action.
Before Mr. Johnson begins talking, he places two objects on the table and turns them on; a white noise generator, and an area jammer. Both are strong enough that most of your signal devices are blocked. (R4).
I have this in my notes and forgot. If it would change your actions you are allowed to correct.
Retroactive Information.
Sammy did an astral perception examination of Mr. Johnson.
Emotionally, Mr. Johnson is a tangle, with relief and fear dominating but sorrow close behind. You see shadows in his essence, in his head; definite signs of 'ware. Health? The ills of being old; rheumatism, early cataracts, some cirrhosis of the liver, some dead tissue in the heart and lungs. For a dwarf of 72 he's not in good shape for his age. For a human which he was for the first couple of decades of his life, he's... below average.
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Bypass listened maybe for two first sentences...then he switched to VR and begin to browse favourite news feeds. When notices Red Circle mentioned, his heart rejoiced...at least something he can keep himself bussy with. He immediately started datasearch on this topic, looking for whatever informations he is able to gather ASAP. He isnt really interrested in negotiations, any payment would be good as any. His problem for last few days was lack of focus, total boredom. He even didnt run with his favourite MMORPG with his guild, as he was completely disgusted by a few things that happened recently. NOW... this Red Circle, tis was something that sparked interrest in him, and once this happens, Bypass was difficult to give up before he get the job done. He almost didn`t noticed that jammer on the table, serriously, this must apply to possible intruders, not him.
Red Cross news and public appearance: Datasearch(4)+Browser(5)+FullVR(2) (11d6.hits(5)=3, 11d6.hits(5)=4, 11d6.hits(5)=4, 11d6.hits(5)=5, 11d6.hits(5)=1, 11d6.hits(5)=3, 11d6.hits(5)=1, 11d6.hits(5)=5, 11d6.hits(5)=4, 11d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269619/)
Red Cross Origin and known history: Datasearch(4)+Browser(5)+FullVR(2) (11d6.hits(5)=7, 11d6.hits(5)=2, 11d6.hits(5)=2, 11d6.hits(5)=5, 11d6.hits(5)=4, 11d6.hits(5)=4, 11d6.hits(5)=3, 11d6.hits(5)=2, 11d6.hits(5)=3, 11d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269624/)
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"Sorry amigo, don't they teach you marines that flowers and kisses ain't worth mierda against guys with guns? You come here, make the gangs hug, kiss and make up and now you's surprised they don't have the cojones anymore to fight for what's theirs? Sounds like they've gone soft, hombre. Gangs can smell that kinda weakness from miles away."
Rafa grinned, chin forward and looked the bodyguards straight in the eyes, daring them to prove him wrong. He didn't like the low amount of money and liked the fact that whoever was doing the talking was asking what they should be paying for ID's while they should be getting them for free even less.
"And now you throw pocket change our way and beg us to solve your problems? What's to stop others from making their move when word hits the streets that you need to bring in outside help to protect your own turf? You've got bigger problems than just some humanis goons on your doorstep, hombre."
[OOC: Gangs knowledge (7d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269626/) - What's Rafa know about the gangs mentioned?
As for intent of actions: Rafa is actually trying to aid in negotiations by letting the Johnson know that his job hasn't been sold yet and isn't paying much and by bluffing (or showing) that he knows what he's talking about... Showing those coward trolls & orks how soft they've become is a nice extra. If accepted as aid: Cha 2, First Impression 2, Negotiation 1 (5d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3269628/)]
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Rafa and Boris and anyone I've forgotten with gang knowledge, roll gang knowledge plus memory please. I'm seeing if you've knowledge of the three gangs mentioned.
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As the ork buts into his negotiations, Debbin shoots him a look of "what the hell are you doing!" Once the ork finishes he little speach, Debbin steps back in. What my obtuse friend here is trying to say is your community is in dire straights at the moment. If we step in as out of town muscle it will lessen your standing with the other established gangs in the area, and as we all know, the loss of standing in organizations such as that can lead to dire consequences. Once we have hammered out final details of the IDs and fencing of our unwanted wares, we can then come to a decision that works for all parties involved.
[spoiler=Con roll]Cha(5)+Con(4)+Kinesics(3)+Tailored Pheromones(3) (15d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3270402/)[/spoiler]
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As I have the Charisma of a turnip I will, "sit intently and listen to negotiations." Killing Humanis groups in Mutt's mind is a public service which he would assist happily if asked. ;D
Typing on a tablet sucks
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Information searches, Bypass[ooc]Bypass, I almost took you literally, then decided that was too far. Red circle, not red cross.
Bypass, there's just not much in there in the news and public appearances. You get a bit of imagery of them, along with a lot of other gangs, at a Humanis Atlanta rally. They're mentioned as participants in some gang fights, but the newsbites don't tell you much beyond that they've been around a few years. One thing that might be of note is that there are more such articles in the past year or two than there were before. Oh, and there's an article that says the gang's leaders are known by titles, not names, and they're similar to what the old KKK used to use; wizard, magi, scribe, and so forth.
As for history and origin, it's just not there to get. Gangs don't tend to have publicists and this one's no exception. You do run across one tidbit. Rumor says the current leadership of the gang's been the same for the past three years.
Information, Rafa You know that the Gallos are a latino Troll gang. Like the gang you found they're more-or-less friendly with the Chulos, but they're almost exclusively troll and your group is mostly ork. They've got a decent rep, nothing great but not a bunch of wannabes, either. Could be there's an arrangement with your new home, but you'll have to check later.
You don't know much about the greenbacks. Orks, near the gallos. You've heard something about the red circle, but all your memory comes up is that they're humanis. You think there's more but you'll have to check with the padres, the leaders of your gang.
information, Boris
The greenbacks have colors similar to the Boyz. You don't know there's a connection for sure, though, since they're about 5 or 6 miles north of your dinner table.
"Chingado" mutters the troll standing at the end. He and the troll next to him reach for their weapons and start toward Rafa. At almost the same instant the scarred troll sitting at the table throws up a hand and rattles a sharp command in Spanish. <<No. Wait.>> Almost the same scenario plays at the other end, though it's a standing ork who grabs both his companions shoulders. "Later, if we gotta," he says.
Mr. Johnson raises his eyebrows at Rafa. "Semper fi, mofo. You got the balls to show how easy the circle falls, or you just going to flap your purty mouth?," he says, then almost dismissively turns back to Debbin.
"You get that the IDs aren't SINs, right? They'll sorta work like SINs for some things, says we vouch for who you are because you're one of us, but they're not going to be worth jack to a corp or the City. On the other hand they won't be fake. Well, other than I doubt you're going to give us your real name. One ID free, apiece, after the job is done. 50% discount for up to two more."
"The stuff that's too hot to keep we'll fence, no questions asked. You already know we're probably not going to be able to pay you right away. If we could afford to do that we'd pay you more in cash right now. So we'll take one to two weeks to sell it. I'll give you a choice. You can take 35% guaranteed, or you can take half of what we can sell it for. Usually that'll range between 70 and 80% of market price. If we sell it for more, you get half of more. If we sell it for less... you get the idea."
"One more thing. Salvage is yours. I don't know what they've got, but I'd be willing to bet there's something we'd like to have. Doesn't matter. If you can get rid of them, it's a win even if you find Dunkelzahn's toenail hoard."
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Debbin mulls the offer over in his head before responding, Sounds like a reasonable offer, but I need to confer with the rest of the, he motions towards the others behind him, others before concluding our negotiations. It will only take a few moments. Debbin then turns towards the others and moves closer to them, while also trying to create a bit of distance from Johnson. In a hushed tone Debbin says, I think that's the best I can do at the moment. Though the decision to pull the trigger on this job will be left up to you all, I think we should take it.
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Boris puts his hands on the table and leans in close, making the table groan with his weight.
Boris remembers when the Russian military panel reviewed his case after his accident. All humans. Bureaucrats who would end his career with the touch-screen of a data tablet. Militant little humans who pushed him around while he was still in the hospital.
"Boris will help get the streets back. They push around small? They push around weak? They no push around Boris so easy."
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The dwarf speaks up,
"Excuse me. Would you like us to step out of the room for a moment? Alternatively, would you like to use another room?"
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"If you could excuse us for a moment, that would be most appreciated," Sammy said to the dwarf. She had already decided to join in. Humanis had about as much problems with mages as with non-humans, so it was self-interest. And a bolt-hole was always a nice thing to have.
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"We'll wait for you in the lobby," he replies. "I'll have someone wait at the end of the entryway. Just step out and tell them when you're ready and we'll come back."
He glances to each side, and as he slides off his stool the troll and ork to each side stand. They nod, and leave the room.
The white noise generator and jammer are both still running.
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"I'm in," Sammy said as soon as Mr. J and his bodyguards are out of the room, "humanis hates mages about as much as they hate anything that is not them. And we'll make the rest of the money with the spoils of war. Which reminds me, anybody here any experience with medicine?"
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GM Info: I'm hands off in this thread until till you either invite Mr. Johnson in or take so long someone checks to see if you're still ok.
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Seems like that gang operates on the scene for over 3 years with the same leader...maybe man responsible for their military tactics. Not too much about them in medias res. No known names, only ranks. Seems like hardcore racists/shapists rooted on the legacy of Ku Klux Klan...
Bypass stops suddenly, as he realizes looks of others in the room.
Ah...Bypass my name, damen und herren. I would try to do more detailed dataserch on the topic later, this is what I was able to get just at this short time....And yes, this means I`m in...
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Rafa hadn't moved since he had entered the room and still stood against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed across his chest. He was somehow disappointed when the trolls he had baited were held back by their boss, but he had expected that. Just another sign that all the fight had been sucked out of 'em.
He tried remaining quiet and listening to what the rest had to say, but couldn't help himself from bursting into loud laughter when he heard the other 'runners say they're in. As an answer to their questioning looks, he shrugged his shoulders.
"I ain't got no problem with fighting some humanis goons, but there's some problems with this whole thing.
Like what's this guy want us to do?
Beat up some of 'em? Won't keep 'em away for long.
Beat up all of 'em? We don't even know how many there are, they could be hundreds and we're just us.
Or we gonna send a loud and clear message by killin' 'em?" He grinned sarcastically and faked enthusiasm, "Yeah, fun! How many? Five, ten, fifty people?
You all cool with that much death and blood, huh? You're all killers, the real deal like in the trids?
And when that's all done, you all okay with having made yourself a target of a worldwide organization that's always waiting for any good excuse to kill people who ain't human or don't share their human supremacy thoughts? Or are you guys so busy counting all the small change that's been thrown our way that you all forgot there's a job to be done?
So you're all 'in', huh? In on what, exactly?"
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I can see the connection between gang media appearance and the career of current leader. they sure as hell do have some hierarchy of succession, well cutting a head should give them things to reconsider...and weaken them enought that other gangs would possibly find this as the possibility to payback. Well finding this head would not be an easy task.
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Nekomusumi purred to herself. "I'm in. As for what we're doing, we can figure that out when we've had a chance to do some more research. Maybe there are some leaders who can be blackmailed, or perhaps a couple key figures who can be eliminated. Or perhaps we convince the cops that the Circle is into some nastier things. What do you think reaction of the locals would be if they found out the Circle was being supplied by Aztlan? Or insect spirits?"
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"Which is not a bad thing to look into," Sammy said, "they have to get all those nifty weapons from somewhere and I doubt it's the local Wallmart. And another option is the eliminate one or two and make it look like there's a bid for power from the inside, then sit back while the gang tears itself appart figthing amonst themselves."
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"I'm in," Sammy said as soon as Mr. J and his bodyguards are out of the room, "humanis hates mages about as much as they hate anything that is not them. And we'll make the rest of the money with the spoils of war. Which reminds me, anybody here any experience with medicine?"
Butcher quietly responds in a surprisingly good english despite tusks. Umm, you mean a medicine like a drug, that is a substance being a result of chemical process, or you mean a medicine like a science subject, that is a body of knowledge including theory and practice of removing effects of diseases or other life threatening conditions of metahumans in the assumption you don't include a subtopic of veterinary, or you mean experience with Medicine as a previous relations with someone who have a nickname of Medicine? And what does it remind you about, because I got a little bit lost in that question?
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"Raff brings up a good point, perhaps we should here a bit more of the details of what Mr Johnson's expectations and goals are before we take this job," says Mutt. "While I would fully support the death of any Humanis personnel many of their current soldiers are likely other gangs or groups that their leader has frightened into submission as well. Maybe not innocent but not as rabid in their views so likely to break from him after his removal."
"People call me the Mutt and is as good a name as I have. Nice to meet everyone. I specialize in drone technologies and scouting."
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"So why don't we accept the job, and then we do our legwork like proper runners, and figure out what the real score is before deciding how to go about stopping the Circle? There's nothing wrong with checking up on your employer, but we really ought to wait until we're done with the meet, yes?"
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"Good idea," Sammy said, "but we can always ask a couple question to Mr. J. Things like strengths, weaknesses, numbers and such of the enemy. If they have fought them before they should know these things and it is in their interest to tell us."
She then turned to butcher.
"I meant is someone was or is a doctor or something like that," she said.
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"Types of firepower would be good to know, both magic use and types of weapon systems seen by the groups that have had run-ins," says Mutt.
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Oh, Butcher seemed embarrassed, I am a doctor ... or something like that.
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"Butcher? Like the local Urban Brawl team? Are you a fan?"
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"Let's discuss that later, shall we," Sammy said, "For now, are we agreed to take the mission, provided Mr. J clears up a couple of things for us?"
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"Oh I'm game. Should be able to get a few good laughs out of this."
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I need a hearing based perception check from everyone, please.
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I agree nods Debbin, we accept the mission once Johnson clears up the details.
[spoiler=Hearing based perception check]Int(3)+Perception(3) (6d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273295/)[/spoiler]
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Hearing perception, 5 intuition, 1 Perception, level 3 audio enhancement = 9 dice.
invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273391
4 hits, two 1s
Missed the level of audio enhancement on first attempt. oops.
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Hearing Test: Perception(1)+Int(4) (5d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273400/)
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Audio Perception: 6d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273654/)
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Audio perception: Intuition (3) + Perception(-1, defaulting) -> 2d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273805/)
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"I might know some people who know more about this gang. Gangs acting and supplied like military, just ain't normal, we need more info. Anyone know a good black market arms dealer who'd be willing to talk? Big weapon deals don't usually go unnoticed; and if they were unnoticed, that says a lot too."
[OOC: Co-processor 2, Enhancement 3, Int 4, Perception 1 (10d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3273927/)]
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[OOC: Everyone please mention your character's name in EVERY POST]
Boris thinks about Rafa's question. Hate to get Vladimir involved, man is a cold blooded animal. Maybe just what we need.
"Yeah, I got a guy, does a lot of really shady deals. Heavy hitter. Name is Vladimir the Jackal. He won't hand out information for free. Gonna take some serious cred or a whole shitload of weapons in trade. Blackmail is not an option, he would have this whole crew smashed flat in a nanosecond."
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"Yeah, I got a guy, does a lot of really shady deals. Heavy hitter. Name is Vladimir the Jackal. He won't hand out information for free. Gonna take some serious cred or a whole shitload of weapons in trade. Blackmail is not an option, he would have this whole crew smashed flat in a nanosecond."
Umm... with all due respect, I do not believe he would be able to do so. Modern weaponry is able to do significant damage, but to take out this crew simultaneusly in a nanosecond would require usage of a weapon of mass destruction with force wave moving faster then the radius of this room that is about 10 meters in a nanosecond. Given that a nanosecond is 10 to power minus nine this mean that on a short distance the wave would have to be able to travel at least 20 billion meters or 20 million kilometers in a second which is much more than ... noticing the looks, Butcher finished much slower and quieter, taking a step back to his wall ... than a length of equator of Earth.
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Nekomusumi giggled at that. "Butcher, it was not supposed to be taken literally. But anyways, let's wait until after we're done with negotiations, go someplace where we can talk openly, and then make plans on who to chat with, okay? No point dealing with all of this here, since we're all agreed on taking the job."
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Sammy's perception check
intuition 4 + perception 2 + hearing enhancement 2 =8 (8d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3274009/)
"Sounds like a good plan," Sammy said, "Let's get Mr. J back so we can finish the deal.
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INT(4)+PERC(2) (6d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3274011/)
Bypass is watching red crossed ork with a bit of confusion. Ususally its him being the only NERD around, wel this time, he seems to have an competition. Good. Less attention on him.
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From the corner of his eyes, Rafa looked at Butcher with a very questioning look. "So are you like, reaaally smart or reaaaally stupid?"
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Butcher showed a lot of extravertism, by watching at Rafa's boots instead of his own Ummm ... my dad used to say that I must have been reaaaaaly stupid to begin with to study that much as I did and since I haven't really finished my studies, I still must be stupid in his opinion... I think you didn't want detailed criteria definition, sample evaluation, comparison-based analysis, did you? I could point you to .... no I guess you didn't
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Mutt, followed shortly by Sammy and Nekomusumi, suddenly realize that the background noise isn't the white noise generator. It's gunfire. Quite a bit of gunfire, though muffled by the fact you're in an inside room with a decent door.
GM note: I am considering everyone but Mutt, Sammy and Nekomusumi surprised, effect being everyone else is restricted to ONE IP for this "turn". You are on the combat clock even if you don't fight just so I can keep things coordinated.
I know you all want a map now. I'm not where I can give you a good one. For now I'm attaching a quick MS paint diagram, and I'll upload a more detailed one tonight.
The room you're in is approximately 5m x 8m. There are no windows, no other obvious doors beyond the one you used.
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I have the Ford LEBD outside watching my car. Can it make anything out?
This is a flying police drone primarily used for assisting cops. It is in Arsenal I believe.
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Well, looks like once again, job is done before we even made a deal with Johnson.
Bypass says ironicaly, with the handgun that appeared suddenly in his right hand. He stands up and turns off the jammer that lays on the table.
that would be all for this CT :)
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"Ah mierda, and me without a gun.", Rafa says with a grin, cracking his knuckles.
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Nekomusumi hissed, and leaped out of the chair she was curled in, bounding to the door, and drawing her gun. "Decision time is done, it seems. Time to party!"
Initiative: 10d6.hits(5)=2. Total Init: 12, 3 passes. (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3274349/)
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Debbin seems caught of guard as the others spring to action. After a slight pause, he pulls his AK-97 from beneath his coat, Alright Joan, time for you to get some work done.
((OOC Debbin will wait for the others to move out of the room before he moves, dropping his initiative if needed))
[spoiler=Initiative Roll]Rea(3)+Int(3)+Improved Reflexes(2)/2 due to Combat Paralysis (4d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3274413/) +8 = Initiative of 11 with 1 IP
I think I've done it right, but not to sure[/spoiler]
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Initiative:
Invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3274911
14 starting with 5 hits or 19 with 3 IPs.
First will be to find cover in the room so I don't get shot and pull/ready my Ruger. Preferably to the side of the door.
Then on second IP i jump into the LEBD and relay details to the team. Will take action depending on what I see.
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initiative 7 (7d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3275255/)
initiative 11 in total
"Just fracking great," Sammy muttered as she concentrated. First she had to speed up.
Cast increased reflexes, force 2, going into her sustaining focus.
casting: 9 dice (5 magic + 4 spellcasting): I'll buy the 2 hits necessary (and also the maximum I can use).
drain: F/2 +2=3, drain value 9 (willpower 4 + charisma 5):
charisma 5 + willpower 4 =9 (9d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3275258/)
no drain.
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"Ah mierda, and me without a gun.", Rafa says with a grin, cracking his knuckles.
Umm ... you could use mine. I'll be fine without it. Standard rounds and stun gas grenade loaded. Butcher offers his Colt M22A3 with underbarrel grenade launcher.
After that he switches to astral perception.
Colt M22A3
+Imaging Scope
+Skinlink
+Smartgun System
DV: 6P AP: -1 RC: 1
Minigrenade: Gas
DV: Chemical (10m Radius) AP: - RC: 0
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Rafa's hands moved into his pockets. One hand came out holding a grenade, the other holding a flash-pak. "Nah, no será necesario, amigo. Anyone can't stand flashes or gas might not wanna be 'round me.", he said, sticking the flashpak on his shoulder with a velcro patch.
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Mutt's LEDB sends a decent image. The front parking lot is a small battlefield. There's a citymaster in one far corner (away from the building). There are 9 or 10 metahumans, accompanied by a Steel Lynx, halfway across the parking lot, using various vehicles as cover and concealment. They're offset from the line of fire from the citymaster but are moving toward the front door. There are a few prone bodies in the lot. Near the front door is a smoke cloud.
Some of you need to modify actions. Remember the door into your room is closed. It opens toward you (as shown in the earlier rough map (http://forums.shadowrun4.com/index.php?topic=5413.msg88968#msg88968)).
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Nekomusumi looked around at the others. "So, who has a plan for getting out of here? I don't like running out into a kill zone." As she spoke, she leaped up on the wall, and climbed up to the ceiling above the door, ready to descend upon anyone foolish enough to kick their way in. "Gecko tape. Gotta love it."
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"I can send my Flying Eye ahead of us to clear the rooms we have to get out by," says Mutt. Have the Eye chameleon coating camo itself to the color of the room walls.
"Looks like they will be joining us for the party momentarily. Thoughts? Thinking they will breach the door using the Lynx or further use of thermal smoke. Terrible to find yourself at an assault rifle party carrying a pistol, eh?"
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"I can create some diversions," Sammy said, "do those attackers have a mage with them that anybody can see?"
She had a closer look on the footage to check if there was a mage present. While not always obvious, mages did give away their presence to people knowing what to look for, like other mages.
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Is anyone able to breach the wall on the far side, so we can get away withou fight? Otherwise...I think Id like to have a closer look at this APC.
Bypass sits back to his chair, running Scan to locate the APC node. If there is such a thing.
Mutt...I may need your help with this...Im good with nodes, not with vehicles and such...
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Mean Boris pulls out his Ruger Super Warhawk and pulls his matte black SWAT shield onto his arm.
He opens the lone door to the room, hunkers down with one knee on the ground, and braces himself in the doorway (partial cover), aiming his pistol down the hallway and using his shield for cover. He tries to leave as much room behind him for the others to get out the nearby door at the end of the hallway, should they choose to do so. Even kneeling down, he was nearly as tall as some of the others. He cranked his wired reflexes up as far as they would go, feeling the time slow down around him.
"Think fast, chummers. I might be able to take out the drone but there's an army behind it. I will cover the door."
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"I am pretty good with hand to hand, but I'm more a sneak than a fighter. If we can take the drone out, or turn it to our side, that plus that flashpack should be enough to give us the opening we need." Nekomusumi did not like this. They had no way out, except through. She didn't like the direct approach. So messy.
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Mean Boris looks out the door and sees the access hallway is clear, with all the other doors still closed.
Sammy sees no obvious mage in the feed. Just nine metahumans in what seems almost uniform clothing and helmets, all carrying two-handed firearms. Clarification: not a weapon in each hand, but longarms or smgs or some such that are wielded with both hands.
Butcher sees the astral image of everyone in the room, but the walls stand opaque. There are no spirits or other astral-only presences in the room.
Bypass 'sees' the node for the vehicle.
You're going to need a perception check to get more.
Combat Turn 1 begins here. If you're doing more than one IP of action please note it in your post for me.
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Bypass, 1st IP, 10: As soon as Bypass reaches the chair and sits down, he goes Full VR.
Matrix perception: COMP(5)+Analyze(5)+FullVR(2) (12d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3277482/)
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Ist IP: Boris turns around and opens the door behind him [OOC: east-most door in Access hall], stepping through in a defensive crouch.
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1st IP: Seeing the huge minotaur in a defensive position, Debbin takes a position behind him and his shield, raising his weapon into a position to fire if need be.
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Turn 1, IP 1/3
Nekomusumi took a position above the door that the attackers would have to enter in through, flattened against the ceiling ready to spring when the enemy showed themselves. She tried to conceal herself against the ceiling, but there really wasn't much to hide behind there.
Infiltration test: 7d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3277607/)
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1st IP: "Thanks, big guy.", Rafa said squeezing past the troll. He started sprinting in the direction he thought the side exit would be. "No way I'm taking them on head-on and you really draw too much attention to stick close to." He stripped something off of his hands and activated his chameleon coating during his sprint.
[OOC: Sprint: Running + Str (15d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3277615/) An extra 10m this turn for 35m total or about 12m per pass.]
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Turn 1, IP 1/2
Sammy decided that being hard to see would be a good thing, as what she had in mind would need line of sight. So she set out to cast.
cast improved invisibility:
magic 5 + spellcasting 4 =9 (9d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3277710/)
drain: 3
charisma 5 + willpower 4 =9 (9d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3277711/)
no drain
turn 1, IP 2/2
Next she moved to a location where she could see the attackers, yet keep some cover, just to avoid being hit by stray bullets. Gangers often just went rock and roll with their weapons, and bullets didn't care that she was invisible.
Moving out of the meeting room into the access part. From the door there she can see through the lobby doors and spot people outside. If the lobby doors are closed, she moves to those and positions herself to the side of the doors (so she can peek around the corner).
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This is Mutt
Turn 1, IP 1/3:
From my spot in the corner away from the door I tell my Flying Eye to watch the entrance to this room and tell me in anyone that it has not yet seen comes down the hall (it would have seen everyone in group when I had it go camo). Have it hide it self in the hall somewhere it can watch all doors and warn me if someone I don't know is coming.
Turn 1, IP 2/3:
Go into VR to assist Bypass in finding and neutralizing the APC and Lynx.
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Map is updated with where I think everyone is right now, plus new area.
With Butcher backing him, Boris opens the door. Rafa bursts past him into a long and dimly lit corridor. There are several doors to the left, one to the right, and a door at the end.
If I understand, neither Sammy nor Neko opened the door into the lobby. This will be edited if that's wrong.
Nekomusumi and Sammy are set, ready to ruin the day of anybody who enters from the lobby.
Still in the meeting room, Butcher watches astrally while Mutt and Bypass's bodies go limp, their consciousnesses ready to engage in the matrix
Outside, the feed from the LEBD shows the attackers have flanked the door. The Lynx has moved into position to fire into the front door at a fairly close range.
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If they could get control of the Lynx, this would go a lot easier. Possibly even give their hackers some new toys to play with. But most importantly, that'd be one drone that wasn't blasting at them. Waiting silently up on the ceiling, Nekomusumi hissed softly to herself.
<OOC> Ready action to attack first living creature to come through the door to the room they're in.
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Debbin taps the minotaur on the elbow and whispers, We looking for a back door to circle them, or trying to keep them from doing that to us?
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Boris looks back at Debbin and says "flanking position, let the mage hit em and we'll finish things"
2nd IP: Boris looks down the hallway and makes note of the EXIT sign. He opens the nearest (northern-most) door and (assuming it isn't a closet or something) moves through it, staying low and defensive.
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2nd IP: Rafa continues his sprint down the hallway towards the southern door. He speaks to the guys at the door, confident that even without a loud volume they'll hear him. If they can't, what good are they anyways? "Ya know, if we all go out back, the guys attacking the front will be in our backs."
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Mean Boris grumbles, "We're buying time so they can hack the tech toys. They swarm in here, half the team's as good as dead."
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2nd IP: Debbin continues to follow Boris, trying to maintain some cover behind him, while keeping his weapon pointed down range. Sounds good to me.